Rich Woan - RED BUTTON

〈verse 1〉
I hate how you hide your son, i hate how you hide your daughter
Now nobody gives a fuck about you, you dirty motherfucker
The niggas who still fucks with you ain't got no braincells
You neither, hah, nigga
You're still figuring out your marriage with your sister, i bet
And you beg for god's forgiveness, but i already talked to him
He said "you should die", and he's right, k-dot already dissed you nigga now it's my time
But i guess your fans don't give a fuck, right?
I swear if i hear back from you, i'll shoot
Pow-pow, and i shoot again at you
Double homicide, dot just did that to you too
From meet the grahams it will be just one, your son
You don't give a fuck about me
I'm not from here like e.t
I don't care about crеatures from b.c
I will give thesе creatures ptsd
If i'd want easy money i'd live in washington, dc
I know you tried to keep it pg, fuck that, all i know is nc-17
You're a liar, a master manipulator, preach
You're scared of kendrick but that shit ain't we
You're a pussy, a pedophile, you fuck prostitutes
All p words nigga, you go p diddy on these hoes
Retarded ass niggas that i shoot and they die
That's you drake, nigga, we made you and we killed you
But that's just how life goes
We know you got pussies at ovo, are we right?
I know i'm right, nigga, j. cole just choose our side
You a faker, a bodyshamer, a bodyfaker with bodyguards
Only body you got is x, we know you did that, i got video proof
Holy shit, like there's a million of you, crazy
I still believe your mom about your past, you're crazy
Sadly you made it, now you think nobody take your crown
Get whacked, i'll shoot at you like a madman
A killer needs to be killed, especially the one who fucks 16's
Adonis, eternity and for the ones we don't know about yet
Just take my word and call dot for advice, he got y'all
〈chorus〉
I'll press that red button, yo head shotted
I stayed low on this beef 'till yo head spinnin'
I'll press the red button, your ass got shot
I pray for god's watch and, i just hope he's watchin'

〈verse 2〉
Look at the numbers, k-dot got you down for the third time
But it's not just the third time you say you don't have a child
I bet you got 3, and we only know 'bout one
And i bet you fucked an ovo slut without a condom
Walk me down what you've been through
I guess we at the end, huh?
It wasn't so long, huh?
You not a striker or a writer with the writers who made you
Get the fuck out of compton, atlanta and toronto cause that shit for the weeknd
But you prolly fucked his bitches on the weekend
The bitches who you meet aren't even of age, but you go threesome
Your son ripped your couches up, he wanna watch spider-man
But you ain't even the man at home, you got ovo bros
Nigga go
Finna change up this beat 'cause it's slow
But i still gotta tell you one thing, that you're nun'
Nothing that you care about is your son
And we haven't even mentioned another child, so you're guessing that you won?
Bro, fuck that shit, nigga, i gotta go
Finish you and i'll eat you alive, niggas at ovo are in debt 'cause of your lies
I'll show who's dead it's gonna be drake and romeo
You pop pills next to adonis and saying that they're great
You want your son to die? i wasn't really surprised
But it made me go way outta my league for this
〈chorus〉
I'll press that red button, yo head shotted
I stayed low on this beef 'till yo head spinnin'
I'll press the red button, your ass got shot
I pray for god's watch and, i just hope he's watchin'

〈outro〉
I stayed low on this beat, feel like metro made it
Say some shit